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Life was great! I was doing well at University, I was fit healthy and having lots of fantastic sex. I had finally bloomed. My boobs had grown, my legs had become long and toned, and my hair was long black and shiny. I had the confidence to dress sexily and bought an abundance of crop tops, boob tubes, corsets, and sexy lingerie to turn my boyfriends on. I liked my sex and felt I had some catching up to do and so I sucked and fucked anything that moved. I was always up for something new.
The term had ended, and it was with great loathing that I made my way home to my boring little town. I’d rather have stayed at Uni and have my voracious sexual appetite feed with any cock available. I sampled everything, all positions, big cocks, little cocks, a bit of spanking and even a little girl on girl love and I was hungry for more; Ravenous!
I bustled and pushed into my parent’s house via the front door, laden down with my bags and my heap of dirty undies. If only they could talk, I smiled to myself. I picked up the few letters in the hall and a parcel that had been forced through the letterbox. Bloody delivery drivers, I thought, anything to getaway. I put down my bags and looked at the ripped packaging of the parcel. I could vaguely see inside but saw the words, ‘Honey’ with-in.
I looked to see who the parcel was for. It was for my young brother Tony. It looked like he was going through what I had, he was spotty, greasy and socially awkward but I was sure that like me he would bloom and be a real pantie peeler in a few years.
At the moment though he was depressed and self-loathing. The package addressed to him was obviously some kind of sex toy, and I began to think maybe he had hitched up already with some lucky girl.
As the parcel was practically open already, I ripped off the rest of the wrapping. To my amazement, it was a 9-inch strap-on! It puzzled me a little and then I came to the conclusion he may be gay. How was I to give him his parcel now, though? He was dreadfully shy, and so I thought I’d do the right thing and re-wrap it and leave it for him.
I went upstairs and tipped my terms worth of dirty panties into the laundry for mum to deal with and then went to my room to sleep off my long journey. I stripped off naked and got into bed. After an hour, I still could not sleep. My head was awash with me being screwed by two studs who threw me around the bedroom like a Ragdoll, both took ages to cum, the randy bastards, but oh what joy!
I was feeling horny already and sighed in sorrow as I knew I had another month of this nun-like existence. The thought of that strap-on and a good session of fapping felt like a good idea. Just so long as I cleaned it afterwards.
The strap on was long and thick and hard for me to take, just what I needed. I spread my legs and introduced the tip to my gaping moist cunt, spreading myself open to push it up into me. Being so wet and wanton It slid in easily. I took as much as possible until I had to stretch to take more.
I hadn’t masturbated alone in ages such was my promiscuity at University, so I needed a really challenging dildo in me. I was soon pumping it back and forth rapidly, making it hurt as it hit the depths of my pussy. I had it vibrating on full and introduced my fingers to my clit, and eventually, I cum. It was a lousy orgasm, but it looked like I’d have to settle for that for the coming month.
I put on my wrap, picked up the strap-on and walked the landing to the toilet. I could hear my brother in his room and thought I’d announce my arrival back home.
“Tony!” I announced while tapping the door and opening it at the same time.
“Get out!” He screamed.
I stood transfixed to the spot for there he was laying on the bed with a massive erection making a tent in a pair of my stained panties while he had another pair over his face.
“What are you doing in my panties!” I shrieked as he rushed to get my undies off and hide under the bedcovers.
“Get out!” He yelled again from his vulnerable position under the duvet.
I picked up a transparent plastic bag on the floor and could see all my soiled garments brought home for washing.
“You perv!” I shouted angrily, instantly pulling the duvet clear away from him, leaving him naked on the bed except for my panties. He made a desperate attempt to cover my panties using his hands but as small as they were, it was clear to see he was a pantie wanker.
He made a start to take them off but quickly realised he’d be showing his cock to me and so reached back and covered his panties with a pillow.
I grabbed hold of the pillow and pulled. A mad tug of war ensued as I tried to pull the pillow clear to expose my brother’s pantie wearing. At first, I was angry with him. How long had he been waiting for me to come home and get into my dirty panties to wank and sniff? We tugged over the pillow for an age causing my wrap to open up and expose my boobs and freshly wanked puffy pussy.
“Nice tits!” He mocked! As I covered up again. He pulled the pillow back over his canlı bahis mid-drift, and I dived in with my two hands. This time I didn’t grab the pillow. I went straight under it and grabbed my panties he was wearing and yanked them down.
“You bitch,” he yelled as I uncovered his cock as the pillow fell away redundant in the new theatre of war.
“Nice cock!” I called back in revenge.
We pulled over my panties and inevitably they ripped clean off, causing him to cover up his waning penis with his hands.
“You bastard you’ve ripped my panties! You’ll pay for that!” I grabbed his hands and tried to remove them and uncover his cock.
“Get off,” He yelled as I straddled him and pulled his hands away, giving me a free good eyeful of his cock.
I stopped horrified as I saw he still had a huge stiffy. I looked at it agape as he caught me off guard and pulled my wrap wipe open!
“Nice tits!” He shouted again. I quickly covered up, and our wrestling continued until his embarrassment, and my anger turned to laughter.
We sat on the bed in a fit of chuckling. “Okay, here you are, you caught me wearing your panties, are you happy now?” My brother laughed, posing.
“Cover-up!” I grinned, “They were one of my best pair of panties, you kinky sod!”
“Sorry, I’ll buy you a replacement,” he offered covering over his dick with a pillow.
“Why didn’t you do that in the first place?” I gasped getting my breath back from the struggle, “you could have bought a pair off the net.”
“Oh, god!” He exclaimed.
“Come on, tell me?”
He blushed bright red, which was incredulous as he had just been caught naked on the bed with my panties on.
“They don’t have that scent.” He meekly whispered.
“Oh, god as if things couldn’t get much worse, you want my pussy juice as well as my panties,” I expressed in woe.
“Well no, it’s not just your, er. Stuff, it’s the boyfriends who’ve been screwing you.”
It was in shock, and this final revelation floored me, “Tony, whats happened to you, are you gay?”
“No, I am not,” he boldly declared with a hint of anger.
I went back to the door jamb and picked up the strap-on and quickly returned, throwing it towards him, “So what’s this for?”
Tony caught hold of the strap-on, “I accidentally opened it in the post. Who’s it for? someone, to fuck you or what?”
“You’ve no right to open my parcels,” he cried back angrily, letting the pillow fall and expose his cock again.
“You faggot!” I raged and walked out of his bedroom, slamming the door behind me only to come back in and pick up my undies,” and keep your hands off my panties!”
I had only been at home a few days, and already I was gagging for it. I was so desperate I thought of going to the local pub to get off with anyone. I left my room and went to go downstairs. To my surprise, I saw my brother’s bedroom door open with his computer left on. I sneaked in thinking he must be around as no one would be so daft as to leave their laptop on unattended. I did a quick look at his history. It was sub this, sissy that, Mistress’s galore and crossdressers.
“So little brothers a submissive,” I surmised. I had an idea.
I went back to my room, and I picked a micro mini and pair of white silk panties, white stockings, black heeled shoes, a garter belt bra, white blouse and a blonde wig. I found some make-up and a long piece of string and took it into his room. I left a note.
“Put these on at 6’oclock and ring me on this number. I want the string tied around your balls tightly and you standing ready for inspection.”
6 o’clock came around, and I heard Tony come home and enter his room. Minutes passed, and it was apparent he had read the note. I wondered if he was going to play along as there had been no reaction at all.
I still had to be ready, and so I stripped off and dressed to the best of my abilities to look like a mistress.
I put on a black and purple silk corset, a pair of black long-sleeved velvet gloves, a pair of silky black panties and a pair of my best black seamed stockings.
I sat on the bed and rolled them up my legs, making sure to get the seams dead straight. I then stepped into my shoes, black shiny with very high heels. I glossed my lips the brightest red possible. I put on false eyelashes and topped all this off with a purple wig.
I sat on my bed and waited by my phone. I watched the numbers roll around and dead on 6 it rang. I picked it up and kept silent.
“I’m ready Mistress,” I heard with a trembling voice.
I livened up and sprang to my feet. “Stay there,” I ordered sternly.
I walked around to my brother’s bedroom and pushed the door open quickly.
My brother was standing there dressed in his girlie clothes, teetering on his high heels. I let out a laugh at his pathetic attempt at make-up and then quickly quieted down. I had to play the role of a mistress and stay in character.
I stepped up to him and began my inspection as I walked around him. He wore the clothes well, especially bahis siteleri the skirt. I stopped face to face and noticed his eyes were firmly shut.
“Open your eyes, bitch!” I ordered.
He obeyed, and I saw him go red with humiliation.
“Quite a little sissy aren’t you?”
“Yes, Miss.”
I looked down to see if he had tied his balls as I had ordered. I saw the string hanging by his white stockings coming out from under his little skirt. I took hold of it and gave it a yank.
“Ouch! Careful,” he cried.
“No, no, no, you don’t tell me to do a thing, “I hissed, “Understand?”
“Yes, Miss.”
I yanked his ball strapped lead again. This time he groaned loudly, and his knees buckled as his balls took the strain.
“Right where are your other toys?” I demanded.
“I don’t have any other toys,” he pleaded.
I yanked the string again this time holding it down he screamed once more bringing around his hands to the line to elevate the tension.
“Get your hands off,” I yelled immediately to be obeyed, “Now straighten up.”
His hands went behind his back, and he slowly tried to straighten up. I kept the strain on his balls, pulling down all the time. He loudly grimaced as he pulled up, against his balls.
“Don’t lie, where are the toys or I’ll rip your balls off! I threatened.
“In the bottom of the cupboard,” he groaned.
I went to the cupboard and dug down through a heap of jumpers and blankets to find a box of BDSM goodies, including the strap-on he had recently bought. I got a crop and a pair of handcuffs.
“Right these will do for now follow me I needlessly said as I grabbed his testicle connected lead and yanked him forward. He struggled to stay upright, not used to his high heels. He minced into my bedroom, and I locked the door behind him.
“Right hands on head, and legs apart,” I commanded, and he obeyed.
I lifted the hem of his skirt and rubbed the front of his panties. His hard cock quickly peeked over the top of his panties’ waistband as he moaned in pleasure. My brother may have been a sissy boy, but by god, what a huge cock he had. All the more to play with!
“Did I say you could get erect in my panties?”
“No Mistress.”
“We’ll have to do something about that.
I roughly pulled his panties down and release his blue balls from their string tie. I held and rolled his balls to get the blood flowing through them as he sighed in relief. I massaged his balls while he rolled his eyes in pleasure. I could feel his testes slipping around in his sack, listening to his gasps of delight. I slowly increased the pressure making his testes pop between my squeezing thumb and forefinger. He started to wince a little, and so I applied the pressure more. Now his nuts were struggling to pass through my fingers as my vice-like grip tightened, his winces turned to cries and then to screams as I brought his testes together and ground them.
“Mercy, mercy!” He cried as I enjoyed the aphrodisiac of power over my slave.
I stood up and put the cuffs on, locking his hands behind his back.
I pulled off his skirt, revealing his white garter belt and stockings.
I stood back and admired my lingerie as he blushed profusely.
“Right, legs apart,” I demanded.
He opened his legs, but I wanted more, much more.
“Wider!” I demanded, and his stockinged toes inched outward.
“Wider,” I yelled again whipping the inside of his legs forcing them wider until he started to whine.
“Good, now present your cock for whipping.”
He pushed forward his cock helped by me using the crop on his ass to ensure his cock was projecting as far ahead as possible.
“Right! I’m going to whip your dick six times, and every time you take a strike, your ass is not to move backwards. Understand?”
“Yes, mistress!”
“And keep those legs wide apart!”
He stretched his legs full apart, and I raised my crop and firmly struck down. The swish of the crop made him jump as I just missed the tip of his cock. His knees buckled at the dummy swish, and his ass shot backwards in avoidance.
I whipped his ass, saying, “Get that cock forward and no backing away from your cock whipping or we start again!”
I waited until he pushed his erect cock forward for my administrations and then checked to see if his legs were still as wide open as possible.
I whipped his inner thighs.
“Keep these wide apart,” I ordered while hitting him making him groan.
“present cock!” I ordered again whipping his ass to make him push his penis forward.
I took aim with the crop and started a count down as he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes in anticipation of his expected pain. “Three, two, One,”
Swish! I brought the crop down quickly, so it just caught the tip of his penis. He yelled out and jerked his ass backwards.
“No, no, no!” I yelled, “that won’t do!’ Keep your ass still!
“Sorry mistress,” he squeaked, still struggling to ride his pain.
“Right, we do it again” bahis şirketleri legs apart. Once more, I whipped him into position. Whipping his inner thighs to open his legs to breaking point and then lashing his ass to make him present his cock for punishment.
“Every time you push your ass back, it doesn’t count! I’ll whip your cock all afternoon if I have too!” I threatened.
He presented his cock straining on his wide-open legs.
I did a couple of air shots, my crop swishing dangerously close to the tip of his knob.
His ass jerked back a little as he struggled not to react to the oncoming assault.
I brought the whip swishing down and caught the very sensitive tip of his cock.
His head went up, and he yelled, but to his credit, he managed to stop the reflex from pushing his ass back.
“Well done!” I loudly commended, “no time to relax, let’s go again!”
Once more, I whipped his legs to part until his bare feet were a lot slipping and he was groaning at the pain of his wide-open legs.
I whipped the tip of his penis again he didn’t push his ass back nor did he grimaced or cry out.
“Good boy!” I commended, and then I cruelly flicked the whip upwards catching his penis on his sensitive spot.
This time, he jumped up on his toes and cried out.
“Oh mistress, that’s not fair!” he protested.
“I make the rules, we start again!”
The next time he was in control, and no matter how I whipped his cock, he remained still and didn’t cry out. His cock got even harder if anything, and I began to admire his rock hard specimen.
“Such a waste,” I teased, grabbing his raw cock and giving him a teasing little wank making him yelp!
“Right! On your knees, worm!” I commanded, “and don’t ladder those stockings.”
He struggled to get down but managed it with a few whips of my crop.
I turned around and presented my ass.
“Kiss my ass boy!” I ordered as I wiggled my ass.
“Yes, mistress,” he responded as I felt his lips on my butt cheeks. I left him kissing away as I wondered what to do.
I remembered the strap-on and went and got it. I stepped into it and pulled it up. I tightened it over my black silk panties, its pad pushing right over my pubic bone. The straps tight around my slim waist, over my voluptuous ass and through between my legs.
I pulled my hand along its length, and suddenly a new urge of empowerment took over me! I strode into the bedroom, feeling like a preening peacock. I saw my brother kneeling before me in his white panties, stockings and bra. His eyes lit up in horror, a reactionary movement from his cuffed hands let him know his was in for a stiff time.
I presented the tip of the big fat cock to him, “Suck it!” I demanded sternly, and immediately his mouth clamped over my cock as he sucked away.
“Lick it!” I quickly revised and again he promptly did as he was told and licked down the shaft of my rubber phallus.
“Suck it, take it, bitch!”
He quickly started to suck again, and gingerly raised himself upon his knees to take my cock down his mouth.
He slowly took my cock millimetre-by-millimetre until I grew bored and grabbed him by his ears.
Come on, take it!” I scolded, pulling him onto my cock by his ears. I pulled him onto me until he started to gag and then pushed him away.
“Open your mouth wide!”
“Yes, mistress,” he gargled.
I held an ear and his nose and started to fuck his cheeks. First the left and then the right and when I had my pleasure I went for the throat again. “Suck you, sissy bitch!” I laughed before pulling it out of his mouth. “Now lick it again!”
He gasped and dribbled saliva as his mouth was now free, but I wasn’t going to let him recover.
“Come on lick it, you sissy slut, faster!”
He did as he was told and slowly licked his way down the shaft.
“That’s right, lick it down to my balls,” I laughed thinking my pretend balls would have no sensation. I was wrong as his head got right in-between my legs, and as he worked on my balls, his hair was sensually brushing my inner thighs. The shiver of delight I got from his bobbing head took me by surprise as I gasped out aloud. I let him go on as I was more turned on than I cared to admit. I felt my pussy moisten and quickly grabbed his head to put a stop to his unconscious caressing.
On the bed and lay on your back,” I barked and straight away, he lay prone on the bed.
“Right hold your legs up behind the knees!” He did this with alacrity making his ass push outwards giving me a well present A-hole.
I moved up to his starfish and twirled the tip of my strap-on around his rim. Stirring around some of the lube that was already leaking from him. I made several false starts to plunge into him, and each time he gave a little premeditated groan and clenched his sphincter. I caressed the back of his thighs with my black velvet gloves as I bounced free hand, pushing my plastic cock on his twitching hole. His whole body stiffened as I lightly thrust my cock forward, and I laughed as he feared me piling into him.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” he winced in low anticipation as I lightly prodded his ass.
Finally, I pushed back both his legs with his help and fed the cock into him.
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